Since I was from a partly Protestant background, it was hard for me at first to understand the Catholic devotion to St. Mary, the Mother of God. But as I grow senescent, and feel the weakness of my humanity, and compare it to the manliness of her Son, understanding of her as a go-between dawns. I need someone who says to her son, “They have no wine.” And the Son, with his big heart, makes it.
It is a matter of understanding feminine sympathy, so unlike manly generosity, and if I have access to God through Mary, all the better. That does not mean I don’t understand (and admire) Christ’s persistence, determination, long-suffering, toleration of risk, and other virtues. I am glad God created both women and men.
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